Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.